Baby S(H)Itters
«21» Japanese Indonesian

"MIA!! Where's papa?!" Jurba's voice rang out in Mia's ear. The child rarely speaks and once his voice comes out more often makes emotions than proud.

Mia could only stroke the chest hearing her master's voice coming from the direction of the stairs. Fortunately Asiha did not cry from surprise and Afi still remained calm despite being disturbed.

The girl called by her name turned her body towards Jurba who was on the stairs facing her seat. The small leg is seen stepping down each step that exists. Sometimes they jump small.

Hah, why don't you come down and talk slowly. Kan, so there is no need to go out of energy to scream.

Mia aligned her body after Mr. Jurba stood near her. The glance is a short hour that almost shows the time to eat maalm. "Mr Nam doesn't seem to be home yet. What's the need, hm? Let me tell you later if I meet."

Since the children began to take off class and Jurba brought a rap with a satisfactory value. Mr. Nam is rarely seen at home. The man left early in the morning home at night.

Sometimes she even skips breakfast and just leaves a message for Mia to bring her food to the office later. Other than agreeing of course there was nothing Mia could do.

Without bothering to answer Mia, Jurba walked closer to Afi who focused on playing the lego which is now scattered where. The two children whispered whispers but his voice was still strong enough to hear Mia.

"Finally, Papa rarely comes home because of that woman." Start Jurba glancing cynically at Mia.

"really? But it seems to be it." Afi followed by seeing Mia.

Hey, kid son I don't do anything lo. In her heart Mia screamed in frustration. More frustrated again when hearing continued Afi's speech.

"I see his face is like a criminal who incited Papa."

After unsuccessfully expelling Mia with all the tasks that the three little demons Diantoro deliberately gave. They turn their course to excommunicate Mia although still more often seek his attention.

Because for them to disturb Mia is mandatory. While expelling Mia now changed direction to fardhu kifayah. Must be but if there's been someone doing it unnecessarily.

Like at the moment. After being content to blaspheme Mia, Afi ran over to the girl. Without the child's aba.s.s, it jumped towards Mia. Even though Mia can still maintain her balance.

"Mia, I want Japanese Indonesian food!"

Mia just laughed at Afi's voice. What is Japanese Indonesia. Just say you want to eat lemper.

Three days ago, Mia was making lempers when her parents sent a banana leaf bundle that actually accidentally entered the basket that her mother's father would send to where Mia was.

Mia's mother's father actually knew that the girl had gotten a regular job and guaranteed her daily life. But both parents still send Mia food even with a smaller amount.

And with vegetables that Mia can provide village food that occasionally requested by Mr. Nam and his family. Don't forget, it's a city. It's hard to find young bamboo stems here. The closest traditional market is about five hours away.

"Oh, how is it. But banana leaves don't exist, how about tomorrow? After breakfast we look for the same material later the road as well." Mia tried to give her understanding.

Usually by giving the lure of the way the child's foster children will be easily persuaded. But the consequences Mia must really invite the three children to walk the road or they will be transformed into a trouble maker.

When ordinary fashion alone has troublesome Mia especially when becoming a trouble maker. The rate of troublesome it so many times over.

But it doesn't seem that easy. Instead of immediately agreeing, Afi instead advanced her lips until they could be tied up. If this is how Mia's hands get itchy.

What rarely comes home. Every morning he had to make provisions and also take him to the office. Although Mia more often use services between goods. But Mia would not say that and add to her duties.

"No. I promise I'll make it tomorrow. Instead, let's make some other food?"

The first way doesn't work there's still a second way. Bringing together.

Usually children like when invited to cook together. Especially when playing with the material. Fortunately, there was Aunt Anli who would arrange for her subordinates to clean the room every time Mia finished operating. So he no longer worried about making a mess.

With her eyes pinched as if she was suspicious Afi who still had not come down from the sling of Mia distanced her body a little so that she could freely look at the face of her nanny. "But the way is so, right?"

Right, kan. If it had been this way Mia would not hesitate to agree.

After being close to Mia, the kitchen is a mandatory place for the three children of Mr. Nam sambangi. At least once a week.

Moreover, Mia would not get angry even though they spilled the flour to be used. Or make the egg messy because it has not really been completely removed from the top of the bowl.

It has been almost an hour Mia and the children struggled with the ingredients they found in the kitchen. Until the room is no longer shaped. Only one menu they managed to make.

"This what?" Afi pay attention to the contents of the dishes presented by their homemade food.

"It's called baek wan," replied Mia with a made-up accent

"Japanese Indonesians too?" Innocently, Afi asked excitedly.

"Pakora. Name pakora. The picture is the same as this." Jurba showed me the search results from Mia's phone. Not forgetting the accusatory face also Jurba gave.

Okay, it's the same shape but Mia's not lying. His name is bakwan. Why does the boy seem to accuse him of being a deadly criminal. Yes, although usually he does like to lie about small things.

Mia entered the follow-up typing something in the search field. It didn't take long for Mia to find what she was looking for. "But what we make is indeed bakwan," he said follow-up shows pictures found on the internet.

"And for Tuan Muda Afi, this is also Japanese Indonesia loh," he added, showing a picture he had just found.

The two children watched closely the screen of Mia's phone. Only the so-called Afi. The word 'Kakage' became the headline in the search that Mia did. While below there are some pictures that if viewed at a glance is similar to what Mia made.

"Even if you've made Indonesian Japanese food, but this is not what I want, so I keep asking for something else." The arrogant face of Afi increasingly becomes, even though if his speech is denied the child can only cry.

A light laugh came out from Mia's lips. "Yes, yeah. But for now the material does not exist, I promise I will make it again tomorrow. Now, let's eat bakwan first while waiting for dinner," said Mia while stepping back into the living room while carrying a bakwan plate.

"As usual, please yes, Aunt An," he added as he passed by the butler.

From behind Afi and Jurba running after Mia. While Asiha was laughing watching her two brothers follow her who was being carried by Mia.

Without anyone noticing, the corner of the lips of someone who was watching them for quite a while, pulled upwards formed a smile. I don't know what's in his white head.